Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.